Chapter Thirty-Six: This time Aikawa Yusheng has absolutely no talent
The melodious sound of the piano flows in the empty classroom, wandering together with the sunshine outside the window.
The lyrical rhythm gives the listener a warm feeling. At the end of the song, Aikawa Yusheng let go of the piano keys, took a long breath, and wiped his hands on his school uniform pants.
He turned his head and looked at the girl sitting on the window edge.
Outside the window, the sunset at dusk swept across the sky like a red tsunami.
Amamiya Chiran was sitting on the window edge, with the setting sun on her back, her feet dangling in the air, her exposed ankles as white as jade, swaying gently, and her hands like freshly opened bamboo shoots, holding a hardcover book.
English book.
"the three musketeers", this is the name of the cover, three... Aikawa Yuo doesn't recognize the remaining word, so just call it "Three Musketeers".
The sound of the piano in her ears disappeared, and Amamiya Chiran raised her head. From her calm and dark eyes, you could see the reflection of Aikawa Yusheng and the piano.
"Compared to "Rhapsody on a Paganini Theme", this song "Dream Wedding" is more suitable for you."
"These two are not of the same order of magnitude, right?" Aikawa Yusheng raised his eyebrows, "My hands are almost messed up on "Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini". I have only played this song a few times, but I feel that the score is okay.
Memorize it."
"The main thing is that you have talent." Amamiya Chiran said.
"The book you are reading, three words, m-u-s-k." Aikawa Yusheng asked.
"Musketeer? Musketeer." Amamiya Chiran closed the hardcover book, looked at the words on the cover, raised her head and said.
After remembering another word, Aikawa Yusheng felt proud of himself for his hard work.
""The Three Musketeers", is it good to watch?"
"It's not interesting. I'm not very interested in these so-called famous works that are full of profound meanings. What's more, the convoluted names are troublesome to remember.
With my limited memory, I read it twice in order to understand the name and logic of "one hundred years of solitude"."
What's a hundred years? Why don't you speak Japanese? What's the word "solitude"? Forget it, I won't ask this, I'd better go back and look it up myself.
"I see you are quite attentive in your reading."
"It's for the sake of literary literacy. It's a boring thing."
Jumped down from the window sill, opened the window, and when he walked to the edge, he put the hardcover book on the bookshelf. Amamiya Chiran walked to the corner and picked up the violin.
The girl's expression was a little lazy. She casually placed the violin shoulder rest on her left shoulder and pressed her delicate fair face on the violin's chin rest. The hand that was turning the page just now was now holding a bow and hanging on the violin.
superior.
"Play "Dream Wedding" again." After a simple sound check, the girl ordered Aikawa Yuio who was sitting in front of the piano.
"Okay president."
If the piano is one and the violin is also one, the "Dream Wedding" played by the two together is more than just one plus one.
The soft prelude of the piano sounds first, and then the slightly sharp sound of the violin joins in at the right time, piercing the soul of the listener.
The sounds of the piano blend together to compose a moving piece of music, just like the music, a wedding only in dreams.
Unfortunately, there was no one else present except for the two performers. It is unknown whether anyone in the corridor was lucky enough to hear it.
The piece was not long. After the ensemble was over, Amamiya Chisome took the violin off her shoulder and put it back into her violin bag.
Just as he was about to zip up the zipper, he suddenly remembered something and looked at Aikawa Yusheng:
"Come here, let me teach you how to play the violin."
"? I don't need this. I don't think it's suitable."
"It's not a matter of suitability, it's the content of the job."
It's just a task to please the president.
Walking over with a listless expression on his face, Aikawa Yusheng listened to Amamiya Chisome's instructions and adjusted his posture.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see someone who doesn’t want to learn, and Amamiya Chiran is the ‘dark-eyed person’.
"...Clamp the piano with your left lower jaw, support the piano with your left hand, and use the four fingers except the thumb to press the strings..."
"Give it a try."
The whole process is guided by words, and there is no manual or physical part that is suitable for all ages. After the posture is correct, Amemiya Chizo said.
"Zi-ang!"
The sudden noise caused Amamiya Chiran to cover her ears, while Aikawa Yuo, who was closer to the strings, frowned and closed his eyes due to stimulation.
"Pull gently."
This time the sound was strangely light but harsh, like the sound of fingernails scraping against a blackboard.
After repeating the instructions several times, Amamiya Chiran looked at Aikawa Yuo who was shaking his head and sighing because of failure, and slightly twitched the corner of his mouth.
The evening breeze in Tokyo ruffles his long hair, and the miniature of the world is reflected in his eyes. The high altitude, handsome face, and elegant violin will really make the girl who sees this scene fall in love.
.
But Chiran Amemiya just thought it was a bit funny.
Sighing in regret at the failure, was he pretending to be too different?
"There is no need to pretend that you have no talent, and I don't really intend to teach you this. I don't have so much time." Amamiya Chiran said.
"I really don't know how to pretend or not." Aikawa Yusheng would not show his weakness just because of such a test, and firmly made another noise.
"Okay, put it away, you can go to the meeting." He glanced at Aikawa Yusheng again, and Amamiya Chiran walked towards the door.
"Okay!" The liberated Aikawa Yusheng put the violin back into the violin bag.
There are also many carefully packaged musical instruments in this corner, including cellos, harps, oboes, saxophones, etc., covering almost all types of wind instruments.
Although he didn't ask, Aikawa Yuo believed that Amamiya Chiran should know all of them, and his level wouldn't be too bad.
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After the meeting, Aikawa Yusheng went to the gift shop in Iidabashi.
"Aikawa, it's finally over! Hurry up and change your clothes to help, I'm going to be extremely busy!"
When Matsuura Ryuji saw Aikawa Yuio coming in, he didn't even have time to say hello and hurriedly passed him with a bunch of things in his arms.
"Aikawa-kun, hurry up, I won't buy the necklace you didn't pack." A frequent female customer said in a fake and charming voice, and even gave him a wink.
"Hi!"
There was indeed a lot of traffic in the store, so Aikawa Yusheng quickly went to the dressing room to change the waiter's uniform.
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After working for an hour and a half, with the help of Aikawa Yusheng, the situation in the store finally eased. Matsuura Ryuji, who was extremely tired, supported his old waist and stretched his body as if his soul had been sublimated.
"Why are you so tired? Why is it so painful to make money? I didn't even eat anything today!"
Aikawa Yuo, who felt nothing physically but still felt mentally exhausted, sat in his seat and looked outside the store, moths attracted by the incandescent lamp and crashed into the glass.
"By the way, store manager, I will be forced to attend a cram school on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. Until my grades improve, I will have to come in one to one and a half hours later than usual every day."
Thinking of this incident, Aikawa Yusheng said to Matsuura Ryuji.
Matsuura Ryuji, who was still stretching his body, almost fell to the ground with a jolt.
"Aikawa! How can I live without you!"
"Please don't say such words that can easily misunderstand others." Aikawa Yusheng silently pushed the chair inward a little.
"Hiss—if I'm so busy every day, I will definitely die before I earn 100 million yen."
Unexpectedly, the store manager’s financial goals in life are the same as mine.
The store manager suddenly thought of something and ran to the workroom alone, then took out a piece of A4 paper and pasted it on the glass wall at the door.
Standing in the store, Aikawa Yusheng found a small flying insect trapped inside, still struggling needlessly.
It's so miserable. I can still see and hear the world, but I can't move and can only wait to die.
Through the bright street lights outside, even inside, you can make out the words written on it:
[Our store is recruiting part-time workers, working hours are 4:00-6:00 on weekdays, hourly salary is 1,750 yen, dinner is included, wages are settled weekly, no limit to male or female, requirements: good looks, decent manners, nice voice, patient, no bad habits
hobby.
Boys should not be slovenly, and girls should not be bare-faced.
Interview contact number: 4008-823-823.】
1,750 yen, and his own was 1,800 yen. Aikawa Yusheng suspected that Matsuura Ryuji was going further and further towards becoming a capitalist.
"It's not busy during the day, so there's no need to hire a full-time employee," Matsuura Ryuji clapped his hands and walked back to the store, "It would be more appropriate to have a part-time employee like Aikawa.
Aikawa, don’t good-looking people hang out with good-looking people? If you have a friend who needs a part-time job, you can recommend him here.”
"No..." Aikawa Yusheng, who looked slightly tired, waved his hand.